Last night I had a dream. It war was longer. She looked good. She was wearing one of those granny nightgowns that she used to wear and her hair was longer. She was happy
As soon as I saw her I yelled MOM!! and I ran to her hugging her. I could feel a little bit of anger, though I don’t thing it was towards me. It seemed like we hugged for the longest time. I did not want to let go. I could really feel her.
One of the things in life I always wanted to do even when we weren’t getting along, was a hug a day. They didn’t always go as planned but I tried to maintain that connection.
I loved that hug from my mom in my dreams. After my dad passed not quite 11 years ago, I was so frustrated. I wanted to feel some connection to him like some others did and I didn’t. Even my ex would brag about it and I missed him immensely. I felt him a few times but, not like I wanted or needed. I would often talk to my mom about that. Not because I wanted to hurt her, I just missed him so bad. Seeing my mom in my dreams last night was awesome. Being able to hold her and hug her tight without worrying I was going to break her was amazing. That I will also cherish.